You won’t believe what I’m capable of, Phoenix.

She downed the last of her beer, knowing that her wayward thoughts were Drunk Allison coming out to play. She wasn’t even drunk proper yet, just tipsy, but Drunk Allison was flexible like that.

The ferocity of her passion was what he’d been waiting for night after torturous night. He wanted her to hunger the way he hungered. To need like he needed.

Calm down. If I wanted to hurt you, I wouldn’t need this knife to do it.

Is it just me or do they put the MORON in OXYMORON?

One more salt to try," Kellan said, reaching into the box. He brought a jar of black, flaky crystals up to the light. "Black diamond finishing salt. Extremely rare and too bold for those with meek palates. But, for a true connoisseur, the flavor is incomparable." He lowered her head and torso to the ground and pushed her sweater up to expose her stomach and ribs. "I want to sample it on your skin.

She was partial to the tie. Not too long ago he did unspeakable things to her with that tie.

I’m sorry he won’t talk to you. And I’m sorry that he keeps hurting you. I really am. I don’t know how to fix things between you two, but I think a place to start would be for you to stop pointing out how flawed he is and start looking for the good in him.

It’s you and me, and all you have to do is breathe. I’m going to take care of everything else.

My mouth only does one thing well, and talking’s not it.